A heart never stays broken!!!!
The first night sleeping alone is always hard after you've been so used to a caring cuddle from someone regularly. It's like the bed is never warm enough, the covers not soft enough, to fill that void that should be the other person. It's sad and the only thing you can think about is how his body fit perfectly with yours. Your empty bed seems to mock how alone you are and remind you that it's over. He's not coming back.
But time changes and wounds heal. Others come along, some rebounds, some crushes, but mostly some really great friends. You go to your favorite fast food restaurant, you eat your feelings, you cry tears, you mope. Then you get sick of the junk food one day and buy a salad. Your tears run out and you can't make yourself cry anymore. Eventually the sun shining outside is too tempting and you finally leave your house.
You get used to the extra space in your bed. Atlast, you can finally sleep in your favorite position with your left leg kicked out. You don't have to worry about your snoring, your talking in your sleep, your weird twitching that you apparently do. You have your soft stuffed animal, all four pillows to yourself, and only one alarm clock going off in the morning.
I miss him, but I'll be okay. My bed is warmer than it has felt for the past couple of weeks, and I have the solace of knowing I won't be sleeping alone for long.
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe
The first night sleeping alone is always hard after you've been so used to a caring cuddle from someone regularly. It's like the bed is never warm enough, the covers not soft enough, to fill that void that should be the other person. It's sad and the only thing you can think about is how his body fit perfectly with yours. Your empty bed seems to mock how alone you are and remind you that it's over. He's not coming back.
But time changes and wounds heal. Others come along, some rebounds, some crushes, but mostly some really great friends. You go to your favorite fast food restaurant, you eat your feelings, you cry tears, you mope. Then you get sick of the junk food one day and buy a salad. Your tears run out and you can't make yourself cry anymore. Eventually the sun shining outside is too tempting and you finally leave your house.
You get used to the extra space in your bed. Atlast, you can finally sleep in your favorite position with your left leg kicked out. You don't have to worry about your snoring, your talking in your sleep, your weird twitching that you apparently do. You have your soft stuffed animal, all four pillows to yourself, and only one alarm clock going off in the morning.
I miss him, but I'll be okay. My bed is warmer than it has felt for the past couple of weeks, and I have the solace of knowing I won't be sleeping alone for long.
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe
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